I'd do nothing but reading if I could (ok, maybe eat some great food, buy some fancy shoes between two books...oh, and spend some quality time with the gorgeous guy I married while I am on reading-break anyway...)

'Nobody had ever kissed her like Tristan, Belle realized in that heady moment.'

-> NOPE. You have been kissed by thousands of men. And this is so unplausible, it's laughable.

My summary: It is packed with chauvinistic, bodice-ripper-images and characterization. I was interested in this book, because of the on-set with Belle, the court seducer, the ultimate mature and experienced woman. And what do you get?

A stupid insta-lovey Mary Sue who didn't enjoy the sex with all those young guys in retrospective now that she has seen what Tristan can do with his huge dick.

I think the author gave away a wonderful chance to create a love story that does not center on sex, especially given that she could have made the point that the sex can be different when you are in love with someone.

But this story followed the same recipe: instant attraction, sex and then insta-love.